Devastated Dragon: Nashi Dragneel Vs Wicke Syckes

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Nashi continued to moan passionately as Wicke was inside of the Idol digging for buried treasure to find the spot that Nashi enjoyed the most for intimacy. It didn't take long as Wicke certainly reached the X mark on the map. "AAAAH NO NOT THERE!!!" Nashi yelled out moanfully as her body shot up from her neither region being toyed with! The idol's face was getting red by the second with a discomfort look on her face with her eyes narrowing from the moans and her teeth gritting trying to hold it all in. What made it even worse for her was Wicke spanking her until there was no tomorrow until she suddenly stopped. "Huh...?" Nashi moaned out with a face of confusion before her body fell down back before she was caught by Wicke. "What's going on..?"" Nashi huffed out her question as the stimulation from her neither region alongside the spanking caused her mind to go into a sense of dizziness.

Nashi couldn't even process what was happening as the whole world seem to have gone into a blur as she heaved her body in an out. Right when things were starting to process, she felt another finger go into her body! "AAAH NOO!" She shouted as her body shot back up in pain as if a firecracker was rammed right into her butt! "PLEASE STOP IT!" Nashi begged once again as she clenched her eyes shut trying to keep her composure. "I CAN"T DAKE MACH MOWWWREE!!!" Her words began to slur as she could feel her G-spot being on the fresh holds of being stroked much to her display as it seemed the pleasure from Wicke's touch was begging to take into full effect. Her foot was tapping after and faster before without even Nashi thinking her leg pulled up and shot backwards into Wicke's stomach!

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Wicke seeped through the hoard for the most valuable prize, where the loudest moans resounded in the purplette's mind like a metal detector ringing. Since she was too engrossed in Nashi's treat to focus elsewhere, Wicke didn't immediately take into account Nashi's less bound state. "I will give you..." Trying to be supportive with the promise of a treat, but then the stakes of firing returned to her head. "It will only sting briefly..." A warning that Wicke might need to subscribe.

A sudden kick to the stomach caused Wicke to pause and gasp, feeling a sharp burn within her sunken leotard, almost like a football. Nudged back and dropping to a kneel, the purplette could only now grasp the air, still caught in shock.